Ah, mm... [Manabu thinks about it, heading toward the kitchen. seems the best spot for a talk, familiar territory and all that.
turning, leaning against the counter.]
Soldiers from...World War Two, right? [he tilts his head slightly. that seems obvious the second it's out of his mouth; that's the war James mentioned the first go-around, after all.]
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turning, leaning against the counter.]
Soldiers from...World War Two, right? [he tilts his head slightly. that seems obvious the second it's out of his mouth; that's the war James mentioned the first go-around, after all.]